Pushing thru the market squareso many mothers sighingNews had just come over, we had five years left to cry in

News guy wept and told us earth was really dyingCried so much his face was wetthen I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodiesI saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'sMy brain hurt like a warehouseit had no room to spareI had to cram so many things to store everything in thereAnd all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short peopleAnd all the nobody people, and all the somebody peopleI never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her headhit some tiny childrenIf the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them

A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a CadillacA cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priestand a queer threw up at the sight of thatI think I saw you in an ice-cream parlourdrinking milk shakes cold and longSmiling and waving and looking so finedon't think you knew you were in this song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actorAnd I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back thereYour face, your race, the way that you talkI kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyesWe've got five years, what a surpriseWe've got five years, my brain hurts a lotWe've got five years, that's all we've got